Scariest Scarecrow Novels & Stories

People are scrambling and running towards the forest to hide. I zoom in on what everyone is frightened of and it makes me want to vomit. There are these weird looking creatures that appear to have various features from a bird, feline, bear and wolf. Maybe human too? There eyes are completely black. Some have three arms or two heads and their flesh smells as though it is rotting. Whatever they are I don’t think they are truly alive. “Kale!” “On it Katerina, get Cedar and Joy out of here!”

A peculiar sight greeted me amidst my exploration—an eerie scarecrow, its ghostly visage illuminated by fluorescent glow, perhaps a deterrent to unwelcome visitors. Venturing outdoors to get the fruits from the trees, I unexpectedly crossed paths with members of the gang, a confrontation that ended lethally in my favor. With fruits in hand, I returned to find Gauravi absent, igniting a panic within me that drove me to search for her, only to stumble upon a chilling tableau—her supine form amidst the grass, clad in nothing but sexy, delicate lingerie. To preserve my sanity, I maintained a cautious distance.

“Be careful.” Shattered glass. Clouds. Lawn. Dirt and dead grass. The barren trees near the house and the jungle vine of Christmas lights in their branches. The blood-speckled cut-outs below them. The corpse of the kid who had made a run for it. A crow nestled on his broken skull. His eyes were gone, all plucked out. One dangled from the beak of the bird like a prize. Julia feared many things. Namely, the driver and her family—even Jack scared her to some degree. But above all else she feared those crows, including those now perched on the roof of the house up ahead, and that they would come for her before she was dead.

“Splendid!” The tall scarecrow walked on toward Town Hall, with his long, awkward stride. It was Mrs. Belfry who had brought the strange creature to Lilith’s Hollow. He was once human but nutty as a loon. It was a curse that transformed him into the scarecrow and, as calculated correctly by the witch, saved his sanity. The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.

I glanced towards the heap of grasses with a frown as I dug in deeper, hoping to find out what it was. I pulled out my rake and found out it was stained with a red liquid. My heart raced as I wondered if it was blood. With shaky hands and piqued curiosity I dug deeper with my rake. The rake fell from my hand in shock and my hand flew towards my mouth as I stared at dead crows with their bodies discerned. They looked like the same crows from my nightmare last night which made me more scared. I glanced around at everyone who was working. Was this real or was there someone here messing with me?

An older soldier, perhaps around forty, was trying to pull himself out from under a mass of rotting corpses. Scarlett ran down the slope and the smell hit her. She fell to the ground and threw up. She realized her arm no longer hurt as she got up again, attempting to reach the man. Trying to avert her eyes from the rest of the bodies, she looked down. If she was going to get to him, she’d have to find a way to walk over the body parts and corpses surrounding him. The heads were the worst ones. Several of them no longer had eyes, but those that did, showed that the last thing that had been on their faces was pure, infinite terror.

It wasn't until a loud thump echoed through the silent night that she jumped up in horror and turned around. The head fell again, she thought. The last project of hers had been a life-size wooden doll that she had worked hard to make it look like Medusa, but unfortunately, it turned out a bit deformed. Her parents had proposed to bring the doll to her uncle's farm to scare the crows in the fields... Needless to say, Ryder felt quite offended by such a proposal.

Chapter 80 Back in Meera's cave or rather her coven. Scarlett looked around fearfully, she could see that they were no more in the forest now she was in a place that looked like something that had come out of a horror movie. The place gave off a very evil feeling, like a place some malicious ghosts might be inhabiting, and for the first time, Scarlett felt scared of a place. The cave had jagged and rough little spikes everywhere, there was the feeling of pain and suffering that leaked off the walls and her mind could barely comprehend what she was seeing. There was something like the smell of blood in the air and it wanted to make her puke because not only did the place look scary. It was ac